Caroline D.

Chickadee

ChickadeeIs a pale yellow color Sun beating down making you sweatChick being hatched making you excitedLines on the road making you safe Corn crops ready to be farmed Pittsburgh Bridges loaded with peopleSand on the beach making you feel hotChickadee

Not So Epic Bus Driver

There are a bunch of 3rd graders screaming so loud. I just want to leave the emergency exit. I hate this feeling being stuck with little kids. Please stop for my stop to exit. The bus drive kept driving and did not stop. Let me be free. PLEASE STOP!!! I screamed wanting to get some freedom from the 3rd graders. HELP! I screamed because I don’t want to ride this bus any longer. I’m the oldest kid on the bus who is in 8th grade not in 3rd grade. The school bus is not that chill. My school goes up to 12th grade in all the schools so, we all ride the same bus. Most of the high school students drive themselves.I’m usually at football practice right after school. I don’t have to ride the bus right after school when I have football practice. My name is Bobby and the quarterback of the middle school team. Football got cancelled because it’s raining outside. I hate rain if it wasn’t raining I would be at football right now. Doing what I love throwing, catching, and running.By the way, I’m still on the bus waiting to get home with these annoying 3rd graders. My school day was so long I just want to get home. The bus is driving in circles making me wait longer and longer till yes he finally turned on the right street. There is my house and, the bus turns the other direction. NO!!!!!!!!!!!! I screamed so loud the bus driver could hear me. I finally had enough I walked to the front of the bus and told the bus driver to open the doors. The bus driver said “it’s against the law”. I was so mad at the bus driver I was about to swear at him but, the 1st grades were crying so I passed on that. “PLEASE STOP” I yelled so loud that the 8th graders could hear me. The bus driver stopped finally and I jumped off.The next day, I was waiting for the bus and the driver did not come. My mom was at work and my dad was too. The only person home was my 11 year old brothers who could not drive. My 21 year old brother was at work. I called him with my cell phone to please come and get me and my brothers to take to school. My brother said “why don’t you drive”. I said my birthday is tomorrow and I’m only 15. My brother understood that I did not like the driver.I got to school 25 minutes late and so I had to go to the office anyway. The secretary asked me “why are you late. “ The bus never came I explained to the secretary. I asked if I could go to the principal office to explain that my bus never came. The secretary said she would tell him. She told me to go to class. Football got cancelled again and I hated that. The bus didn’t come again. I’m done riding the bus. ​

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